Slumber, where art thou?

[muckefuck]

It astounds me that, for a people with as much free time as we have, we spend so much of it sleep-deprived. I don't know how many of my daily entries start with commentary of my state of tiredness. (I'm a little embarrassed to consider it, actually.) And I'm hardly alone. Insomniac entries abound on LJ. And rollick's sleep journal would certainly be of great interest to sleep researchers everywhere.

I got back to monshu's around 2:30 last night. And then I couldn't sleep. I was exhausted, but that wasn't enough. I considered drafting an entry, but I didn't want to risk waking him, so I went into the living room and made some notes. After a while, I drifted off, but I swear I dreamt almost the entire time, so it can't have been very restful. Around 8 or so, I got up, we hung out for a bit, and then made love. (I tried to compensate for the sleepiness by getting a little too acrobatic and almost brought things to a crashing halt. Oops.) An orgasm is one of the most reliable ways of zonking me out--but I squandered this one writing the previous entry. It felt like I was fighting sleep--out of what, I don't know. Sheer contrariness? When I finally laid down, I wasn't snoozing more than half-an-hour before my doofball older brother called to talk. I flatly refused, but the damage had been done--we were both wide awake again.

Sort of, that is. I went into the other room where monshu was watching t.v., and he was stretched out on the couch and looking drowsy. "Look at us," I said, "we stay out a little late one night..."

"...and spend the whole day after recovering," he rejoindered. "Aren't we sad."

So here's my last chance, I reckon. I'm lying down again, and if I don't drift off, I'll just be a fucking zombie tomorrow. I might be one regardless; earlier in the week, I was okay after one short night, and a mess the following day, despite much more sleep.

Sleep...sleep...sleep...

Comments

[rollick.livejournal.com]

I can't see sleep researchers finding me at all interesting. A psychologist, on the other hand, might wonder why I procrastinate so much, and attach myself to an insomniac so much, that I'm frequently in wonky cycles that annoy me.

Says she who was up until 6 this morning with said insomniac, talking and watching "eXistenZ," which is not a movie I'd necessarily recommend to anyone, but even less so to someone who's looking for something to start watching at 2 in the morning.

And why would a solid-REM-sleep nap be non-restful? I thought REM was the part of sleep your body actually needs most.